Poetic-Electrified Poems

REGRET

The tides were not afraid of crashing onto dry land,
But was always a couple of feet too short and ended up on the sand,
So when I lost control, I felt like I was the ocean turned away,
Because how could I stay when I failed so badly?
In those moments I couldn't hang on anymore; I had to leave.

Morning 🌄

Art Of Deception

Extracted from Sir:sagarikapramod's post

Deception and loss,
They go together,
Their rhythm is well-known,
Making my troubles worse.

One follows the other,
A mix of broken promises,
Each move leaves a trace,
Like marks in wet soil,
A sign of misplaced trust.

I've suffered enough,
Tired of empty words,
The sting of betrayal stays,
A ghost in the dark,
Haunting with each beat of my heart.

Your knife, sharp and cold,
Stuck deep in me,
But I've learned to stand,
Pain colouring my story,
A bright canvas now splotched.

I find power in my scars,
A gentle fight rising,
Colours blending,
Telling stories of living,
Of toughness in its purest form.

Deception and loss may stay,
But they won't control me,
For each scar is a lesson,
A song of strength growing,
As I take back my place,
And paint again.

happy new year to all of us ✨️ to all whom saw it this day lets gathere in this post and say thank you for "I" to see the rising of the sun

And deepest condolences 🙏 to those we loss